Grown Ups Read Things They Wrote As Kids

Yup you read that right.  And it actually happened.  Monday night I went to my first, possibly last, as I think this is the last one for awhile, Grown Ups Read Things They Wrote As Kidsevent.

So it was a fun and interesting evening.  It is funny how we write as children and the things we say.  Some of the things that some people read, and their associated delivery of their creations, had the audience in stitches.

Dan reads out the rules of the event

I read a couple of letters that I had written my parents when I was a little kid from camp.  I felt my delivery was not a solid as I would have liked but I got some laughs.  Luckily for me my Mum kept those letters.  In grade 8 I had gone through a purge and decided to start my life over so I had thrown out all of my diaries and other written mementos of my thoughts and aspirations.  I tend to do those purges as you know.  Currently in one of those purges except this time around I have kept my personal stuff.

So this was the first letter I read, written when I was likely about 9 or 10, from Camp Tanamakoon (spelling and punctuation are as written originally):

Dear Bridie:  Hi Bridie.  Have you been taking good care of everyone?  I hope so.  Do you miss me I miss you.  I hope your having a good time without beautiful me around.  Have you met any other boy dogs around?  Watch out their tricky.  Well I better go  Love Sara  P.S. write soon  xoxo

So now for clarity, Bridie was my dog.

Here is another letter I read which I wrote when I was about 14 and went to a different camp than Camp Tanamakoon for one summer.  What I can’t convey in this post is the writing quality which is kind of funny to look at.  But anyway here it goes:

Dear Mom & Dad

 

Sorry I didn’t write sooner.  This camp is awful.  My counsellor is a real pig.  She’s always yelling and swearing at us.  She sure makes me fell yuck!  Tanamakoon is far better.  I am going to go there until I’m a counsellor.  I am not – I repeat – I am not coming back to this camp again!!!  The kids here (except for a few) are real pigs and are always yelling and fighting.  The only good thing about this camp is the gym facilities.  Tanamakoon is far better organized and is just plain far better than this dump. (sorry I sound harsh, but my counsellor has been yelling at me all day.)  I shall advise no one to come here.  Alot of the other kids hate this place too.

 

I just can’t believe the way people act around here.  Well enough of the complaints.  I can do a few more things in gymnastics.  But that’s about all I can say.  I have advised alot of people who hate it here to go to Tan. (yeah).  Well I gotta go.

 

Luv Sara

 

p.s. Don’t worry about me – I’m fine

(a day later)

p.s.s.  Sorry this letter sounds bad but I was in a bad mood when I wrote.  But the camp still isn’t very good.

p.s.s.s – I’m doing fine (still having an alright time)

I loved that letter and had to laugh, because there my parents are paying for me for the privilege of going to camp and I am so harsh about it.

Anyway, I have to thank Dan Misener, the brains behind this event that took place at the Garrison in Toronto.  It was brilliant and I had a great time.  He and his partner are moving to France for a year so we won’t see this event again at least not until 2013.  I’m glad I snuck in under the wire.

Another participants reads her stuff